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   Chapter 5

   "Anybody home?"

   I recognized Tami's voice and smiled.  She must have seen no cars and
stuck her head in the door.  "Back here," I yelled.

   Tami walked into my bedroom before I remembered that I hadn't made my
bed.  Well, she had to find out I'm a slob sometime.  I was sitting at my
computer typing.

   "Answering your fan mail?"

   "Fan mail?"

   "I figured that since you and Robbie have won three games now, the fan
mail should have started." She stood behind me and looked down at the
screen.

   "The closest we've come to fan mail is Coach Branson from the High
School telling us last night that he hoped we were both coming out next
year."

   "At least that means you won't have to try and sneak her into a game."

   "Yeah, I guess.  This is just that paper for social studies."

   "Mrs.  Taylor wanted two pages double spaced.  How many you got there?"

   "Five."

   "And single spaced too."

   "I'll reformat it when I print.  I always do it this way."

   "So ten pages.  You're done."

   "I'm in the middle of a paragraph."

   "Save it or I'll shut down your computer."

   "You wouldn't."

   One look in Tami's eye and I knew she would.  I clicked on the save icon
and swung my chair around to face her.

   "You know what they say.  All work and no play makes Tony a dull boy. 
It's time to play."

   "Tami, I'm not sure..."

   "Tony, love of my life.  It's Saturday.  No one's home.  You have a
not-so-ugly girl in your room and a bed five feet away."

   "Tami, it's just that I...  I mean you...  I don't want to screw up your
life."

   "Tony, it's been two weeks.  And you were supposed to protest that
not-so-ugly label."

   "But..."

   "I told you about the patch."

   "I looked them up on the internet.  They're not a hundred percent."

   "Nothing is.  A plane could be flying overhead and suddenly fall out of
the sky into the pool--where, I might add, Alana is swimming in a bikini
that's even smaller than usual.  Should we give up the pool because it's
not a hundred percent?"

   "That's different."

   "No, it's not.  You can either hide from life or live it.  Everything
else is just degrees." Tami reached down, took my hands, and pulled me to
my feet.  "I think your problem is you like me too much."

   "I love you," I said without even thinking about it.

   "You love me?" She gave me a push and I stumbled backward onto my bed.
"And you couldn't even correct not-so-ugly?"

   "Maybe I should get Tabby in here.  You don't like her, so you won't
care so much.  Maybe then you can get it up."

   I didn't correct her, but I'd already gotten it up.  My cock started
swelling as soon as I'd heard her voice.

   "Stay!" she ordered and walked out of the room.  A few seconds later she
was pushing a naked Kelly inside.

   "This little girl..." I wished she hadn't said little girl.  She was ten
after all, not six.  I wasn't some kind of child molester.  "...  says you
haven't given her the good feeling since the beginning of summer."

   I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, which were probably as red as
Kelly's.

   "Do something about it!" Tami commanded.  "I'll be in the living room."
Tami stepped out and closed the door.

   You know those videos they make you watch in health class?  The ones
about dating and social situations and stuff, made by some guy who hasn't
had a date since the fifties?  Not one of them covers what to do when your
girlfriend brings a naked fifth grader into your room.  I wondered if I
should send a suggestion to the Board of Ed.

   "Hi," Kelly said after a long silence.

   "Hi yourself.  Did you know you forgot your clothes?"

   Kelly giggled.  "I didn't forget them.  Tami told me to take them off."

   "Why?"

   "You know."

   Suddenly Kelly took one step and sailed across the room and landed in my
lap.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me an almost painful
hug. "Thanks."

   "What was that for?"

   "Uh, Mikee and I heard Mom and Dad talking.  It was about Kenny and some
of the trouble he's gotten into.  They were worried about him cause he shot
that owl for no reason."

   "Orville.  His name was Orville."

   "Daddy was saying there's hunting and there's killing.  And that
shooting the owl, shooting Orville, was just killing.  I think Mom's glad
you busted Kenny's gun, though Dad grumbles about it." Kelly squirmed
around.  One of my hands went naturally to her butt and the other to her
thigh to steady her.

   "Mikee and I talked about it later and we figured that you didn't want
to tell us what Kenny had done.  You didn't want us to know he was bad."

   "I don't know if he's bad.  He just doesn't think about what he's
doing." Damn, now I was defending the puke.

   "I think Mom's real worried that Kenny is bad.  When she was talking
about the owl she said some cereals started off that way."

   "Cereals?"

   Kelly shrugged.  "I don't know what kind of cereal, or why they're bad."

   Lightbulb.  Not cereal, serial.  She was saying that some serial killers
started off that way.  I sure wasn't going to explain that one to Kelly. 
Serial killer?  I didn't think that Kenny was that bad.  Maybe he just
needed to get laid.  Maybe I could set him up with Tabby.

   "We haven't done anything in a long time," Kelly reminded me as she
reached down and started stroking my cock through my jeans.  "Don't you
like me anymore?"

   "You were mad at me, remember?"

   "Oh yeah, right.  Fucking Kenny."

   I smacked her bare bottom, hard.

   Kelly tensed up, mad, then relaxed as she realized.  "Sorry.  Darn
Kenny."

   I patted her on the head.

   "So what did you want me to do?" I looked down at her pussy already
glistening with lubrication.

   "You could fuck me," she said quickly, tightening up in case I smacked
her again.

   I sighed and hugged her instead.

   "Okay, we're going to have a grammar lesson."

   "Schoooool?"

   "Sort of.  More like manners.  You do English don't you?"

   "Sentences and paragraphs and stuff?"

   I nodded and so did she.

   "Do you know what a verb is?"

   "That's easy," she said, squeezing my cock for emphasis.  "A verb is do
word.  Like walk or run or go."

   "Okay, lets try a harder one.  Do you know what an adjective is?"

   Kelly thought for a moment, then shook her head.  She squeezed my cock
again, too.

   "An adjective is a describing word.  Like if I said cute baby, cute
would be an adjective."

   "I get it but..." she shrugged.  I knew she was thinking, 'What does
this have to do with making me feel good.'

   "I..." I tapped myself on the nose, "like you a lot and want you to talk
good.  So I don't like it when you use fuck as an adjective."

   "Like fucking Kenny," she said brightly.

   "Bingo," I said and tapped her on the nose.  "When you said 'You could
fuck me.', you were using the word correctly, though I don't recommend
using it correctly or incorrectly in front of your mom."

   Kelly giggled.  "So to complete the lesson, are you going to demonstrate
what the verb fuck means?"

   Don't you just hate smart girls?

   I thought about telling her that she was too young, but I knew her well
enough to know that she'd ask if Mikee was too young.  Then if Tami was too
young.  And right now, I just didn't have the answers.  I needed to stall.

   I leaned back and pulled Kelly up until her little girl pussy was poised
in front of my face.  Damn, now Tami had me calling her a little girl. 
Kelly didn't need more encouragement.  She pressed her hips forward until
her crotch covered my face.

   My tongue knew what to do without my having to make a decision.  It
pushed out of my mouth and started exploring the folds of Kelly's pussy. 
She tasted so good.  Not like Tami.  Not even like her sister.  Or sisters.
I reminded myself of Alana.  They all tasted good, but each had her own
flavor.

   Kelly rocked softly back and forth as my tongue teased her.  With one
hand I rubbed her butt while adjusting my cock in my jeans with the other.
As my tongue found her little clit I got Tami's message.  It was a tasty
message.

   Kelly came quickly, and I wondered if she masturbated at all.  Maybe she
had been doing without since the beginning of the summer.

   My two little alter-egos were back, perched on my shoulders, the little
devil craning forward for a better view of Kelly's pussy.  Good Tony saying
that I should explain about masturbation and how natural it was, since I'd
awakened her sexuality.  Bad Tony saying that she was too young to
masturbate, and this way she'd be hot and heavy whenever I was in the mood.
You got to love the little guy.

   As Kelly sagged with the release, I scooted her down, then stood with
her in my arms.  "Feeling better?"

   She nodded with a shit-eating grin on her face.

   "Good."

   I carried her into the living room.  Tami was sitting on the sofa
reading a computer magazine that my dad had left there.

   I saw a small pile of clothes on the floor and set Kelly next to them.

   "Did you fuck her?" Tami asked with a grin, looking up.

   "Tami!" I said, trying to sound shocked.  "She's a fifth grader."

   "Yeah, and I suppose that's just water on your face."

   I reached up and wiped my chin with my hand.

   "He taught me about add-jack-tives," Kelly said helpfully.

   Tami looked surprised.

   "Adjectives," I corrected the younger girl.  "We talked about the proper
use of the word fuck."

   "He smacked me when I said fucking Kenny." Kelly had pulled on her
panties and now danced away in case I was going to smack her again.

   "Should I go get Mikee now?"

   "Why?"

   "There's no reason both of us should go without."

   "Get your ass in the bedroom woman!" I said pointing.

   Tami grinned and walked meekly, head hung down, toward my bedroom.

   I grinned and motioned Kelly to come here.  I kissed her hard on the
mouth.  "Get dressed and go home." I gave her a swat on the butt.  "Thanks.
I owe you one."

   Kelly looked confused but nodded.

   I walked back to my bedroom, to give my beloved the fuck we both needed.



   Chapter 6

   "Do you think they know?"

   "Depends on who they are, and what it is they know."

   I closed the door behind us and put my hand on Tami's back as we went
down the steps.  We walked toward the pool.  It was a beautiful Saturday
for the middle of October.  Almost warm enough for swimming, though the
pool had closed last week and was locked up.

   "Our parents?  About us?"

   I was wearing shorts.  I stopped and pulled out the waistband and looked
inside.  Then I twisted, pulled out the waistband in back and looked
inside. "Nope, don't think so."

   Tami had stepped back and looked at me as if I was crazy.

   I grinned.  "I still have my balls, so your mom doesn't know.  And there
are no chunks out of my ass, so my dad doesn't know."

   Tami grinned back.  "You are so..."

   "I am, aren't I?" I stepped forward, grabbed her, and pulled her into a
long kiss.

   As we were exchanging spit I saw Mr.  Billings drive by, giving us a
look that said the middle of the street wasn't the best place to do this.

   I slipped my arm around her again and we continued on down the street.

   "You didn't mention your mom."

   "I think she knows we do more than just kiss.  I don't think she knows
how much more."

   We walked to the end of the street and turned toward the highway.

   "Still depressed?" she asked as we reached the highway.

   "Depressed?  How could I be depressed, walking with the most beautiful
girl in the state?"

   "I'm not the most beautiful.  Alana is."

   "Okay, the most beautiful eighth grader in the state."

   "No, Robbie or Cathy Morgan."

   How could you want to kiss someone and kick her at the same time?

   "Okay, the smartest girl in the state."

   "Callie Tenley."

   The urge to kick was starting to overwhelm the urge to kiss.

   "Walking with the nicest," I moved until I was facing her, my hands on
her shoulders, our noses only inches apart, "smartest, most beautiful girl
in the state."

   Tami giggled and rubbed her nose against mine.  She took my hand and we
continued walking down the highway.  "Only the state?"

   I briefly considered being gay.  Guys couldn't be this exasperating. 
But then, they weren't this cuddly either.

   "Why'd you think I was depressed?"

   "About yesterday."

   "Why would I be depressed about yesterday?"

   "About losing."

   "I'm not...  we..." I stopped talking and took a deep breath.  "Did you
ever play a sport?"

   "Just in P.E."

   "Okay.  You remember telling me about the spelling bee you were in? 
Just before you moved up here from Colorado." Tami nodded.  "Were you
bummed because you came in fifth?"

   "Of course not.  I told you how happy I was about getting fifth.  It was
the best I'd ever done, and it was the whole county."

   "Sports is just like that.  I had one of my best games ever.  So did
Robbie.  So did the team.  The Wildcats were just better."

   "Oh."

   "Really.  I'd be more depressed if we'd won but I hadn't played my
best."

   "But it was your first loss?"

   "We wanted an undefeated season.  We were hoping, but I wasn't counting
on it.  Apple Valley Middle School is twice our size, with more kids to
pick from.  They have a stronger team.  We're five and one, that's damn
good.  We have two more games and the worst we can do is five and three,
that's a winning season right there."

   "I guess."

   "Trust me, If I'm depressed, you'll know.  I mope, I whine, I even cry
when nobodies looking."

   "I don't believe that."

   "Ask Mom sometime what I was like when you weren't talking to me."

   I saw Tami look over at me, but kept looking straight ahead.  I was
getting a little too mushy.  I decided to change the subject.

   "Did you see that pass Robbie threw yesterday?"

   "Which one?  She threw as many as you did."

   "The long one in the second half.  The one I got our touchdown on."

   "You like her, don't you?"

   "Oh yeah.  She is so cool."

   "You want to fuck her."

   I realized that I'd missed the signal that the subject had changed
again.

   Moral dilemma time.  I checked my shoulders.  My little alter-egos
weren't there to back me up.  One, I loved Tami.  Two, because I loved her
I didn't want to lie to her.  Three, telling her the truth would cause
problems because my cock had made it clear that it liked Robbie.  Four, I'm
a coward.

   "And did you see the way she bounced up after those two clowns tackled
her.  From the looks on their faces, they figured that a girl should have
stayed down."

   "You do want to fuck her."

   Damn!  Well, misdirection works for magicians.

   We'd gotten to the parking lot of the convenience store.  I pulled her
over into the corner.  "In that movie we watched last night, Jack Nicholson
told everybody, 'You can't handle the truth.' Are you sure you want to
know?"

   "Yes," she said, half stomping her foot.

   "First of all, thirteen-year-old boys don't usually tell
thirteen-year-old girls the truth.  There's union rules." Tami looked
impatient.  "We've talked a lot about love, and I've told you that I'm not
completely sure what love is." She nodded.  "Well, I think I love you with
all my heart.  But some of my body parts aren't so committed.

   "Sometimes, my mind fantasizes.  And my cock definitely lets me know
that it likes other girls.  When I see Robbie, I get hard.  That goes for
Alana, Allie, and a few others.  Would I like to fuck Robbie?  Yes.  Do I
sometimes fantasize about Robbie?  Yes."

   I could see the storm clouds starting to gather on Tami's face.

   "I think the question might be, 'Do you ever think about fucking Alan
Carter or Zach Hughes?'" Two of the cutest boys in our school according to
the grapevine.

   "I, uh, that is...  This isn't about me."

   "Nope.  It's about teenaged hormones.  I've got em.  You've got em.  And
from all I've read, it takes awhile before we learn to control them. 
Thinking about other possibilities is natural and normal.

   "So what it come down to, is, yes, I'd like to fuck Robbie.  But I'm not
going to.  Not unless you want to make a threesome out of it."

   "That's sick."

   "Then I guess I'm not going to fuck Robbie."

   "Maybe you, me, and Zach."

   "Now, that's sick," I said with a grin.

   "How'd you get so wise?"

   "Reincarnation."



   Chapter 7

   The bleachers at the football field were cold.

   I was glad I didn't sit here much.

   I watched the field.

   "How long are you planning to sit here?" a voice asked from behind me.

   "Till the game's over," I said without taking my eyes off the field.

   "Tony, they canceled the game," the voice said as it sat down beside me.

   "That's what they want you to believe."

   "Tony, there's three inches of snow on the field."

   I turned and looked at Robbie sitting beside me.  "What, you can't throw
the ball in a little snow?"

   "Brother, I can throw the ball anywhere, anytime.  You just make sure
you're there when it arrives."

   I turned back to the field.  "It's two minutes left in the first
quarter. We have the ball on our thirty.  Brian just picked off the
interception so it's first down."

   "Who's at QB?  You or me?"

   "We're running 32-right.  There it goes, you take the snap..."

   She picked up the thread.  "You're in motion and take the hand-off. 
Here comes their tackle, that big kid we've heard about..."

   In my mind I could see it so clearly.  "They think it's a running play
and come after me.  You block him as I fade back and fire a rocket to
Kevin..."

   "Damn!" we said together.  "Right off his fingertips." We turned to look
at each other.

   "Why'd they have to cancel the game?" I moaned.

   Robbie smiled.  Somehow that made it a little better.  "Tony, we've got
three inches of snow.  There's supposed to be twice that in the next few
hours.  Gates Middle is a long way away.  You don't want them risking their
lives just so you can play football do you?"

   We looked at each other and Robbie waited about fifteen seconds before
adding, "Well?"

   "I'm thinking about it," I grumbled.

   "Tony!" I flinched involuntarily and almost said, "Yes, ma'am!" She'd
sounded like my mother.

   "I know.  No, I don't want anybody getting hurt.  But, it's just...  I
mean it was the last game of the season."

   "It's the last game of the season, On a Friday night at home," she sang
in a surprisingly clear strong voice.

   "I didn't know you could sing," I muttered, realizing how stupid it
sounded even as the words left my mouth.

   "I'm supergirl.  I can do anything,"

   "That I believe."

   "You're sweet," she said and leaned forward to kiss me.

   "What was that song?"

   "Just something from the seventies.  It's about a kid who plays good,
because his father, who was blind, died and now can see him.  'It's the
first time that my father's seen me play, '" she sang.

   "Cool."

   "Kinda corny, but kinda cool."

   I kept looking at Robbie.  She was wearing a fur-trimmed hooded parka.
Two long strands of red hair poked out of the hood and hung down in front.
A few flakes of snow dotted her head and shoulders.  I wished I'd brought
my camera because it was an incredible picture.

   "What are you looking at?"

   "An angel," I whispered.

   "Damn.  I've been warned about you." She leaned forward and kissed me
again.  This time, instead of a peck on the cheek, she tilted her head and
went for my mouth.  As our lips met it was like a surge of electricity went
through me.

   She put her hands on my shoulders and her lips caressed mine.  It was
the most perfect kiss I'd ever felt.

   "Tony?" she said, snapping me back to reality after she'd broke the
kiss.

   "Huh?"

   "Your hand."

   "Huh?"

   "Your hand is on my tit." I looked down.  Sure enough, my hand was
square on her chest.  I didn't put it there.  I left it unsupervised and it
went wandering on its own.

   "Were you going to move it?" she asked calmly.

   I pulled my hand away as if I'd been shocked.

   "It's not that I mind a cute guy trying to feel me up, but you're moving
a little fast.  It's only our first kiss."

   "Uh, sorry."

   "Besides," she added, grinning.  "If you were smart, you'd wait until
there wasn't three inches of padding between you and what you want to
feel."

   I could feel the heat on my face.

   "Don't you have a girlfriend?" she asked neutrally

   "Girlfriend?"

   "You know, Tami?"

   "Tami?"

   "You know, female, thirteen years old, brown hair even longer than mine,
green eyes, the love of your life."

   "Oh my God.  Tami."

   "That's her."

   "Tami," I repeated.  I'd forgotten all about Tami.  "I..."

   "Don't sweat it.  You know what they say, God gave men two heads, but
only enough blood to operate one at a time."

   "Tami."

   "When you remember, you remember good," she said with a laugh.

   "What am I going to tell Tami?"

   "My suggestion is nothing."

   "You don't understand.  I can't lie to her."

   Robbie smiled.  The kind of smile you might give a small ignorant child.
"I didn't say lie to her.  Just don't bring it up."

   "I can't."

   "Sure you can.  If she asks, tell her.  If not..."

   I nodded, though inside, I decided to tell Tami.

   "You going to sit out here and do the whole game in your head?"

   "No.  I guess I'm done."

   We stood.

   "Good.  Dad asked me to ask you to dinner.  And since you suddenly have
a free evening..."

   "I'll call home and see if it's okay."

   "Hormones under control?" she asked as we started trudging across the
field.

   I blushed.  "I think I can keep my hands off you at the dinner table, if
that's what you mean."

   "Not exactly.  It's just that my sister is home."

   "Okay." I said, not sure what she was driving at.  I turned and looked
back at the field.  The white lay unbroken except for a twin set of
footprints.

   "She's a swimsuit model."

   I turned quickly and looked at Robbie's grinning face.

   Her hand flashed from behind her back, and my mind registered the snow
in it just before she let fly.  The snow splattered against my face, and I
saw her running toward the school.

   "I'm the ugly sister," she yelled over her shoulder as I took up the
chase.



   Chapter 8

   Sometimes I just wanted to go back to a simpler time.

   Like the fourth grade.

   The first half of the fourth grade.

   Girls had cooties and were to be avoided, though I never did figure out
what a cootie was.  Sports were good.  Homework was light.  Those were the
days.  Then Maryann Simpson kissed me under the mistletoe at the Christmas
party, and nothing's been the same since.

   First there was Tami.  I loved Tami.  At least I was pretty sure I did.
One thing I'd figured out from all my reading was that even grown-ups were
confused at just what love is.  So how the hell was I supposed to know?

   Then Tami brings me a girl and tells me to 'do something about it.' That
wasn't normal, was it?  And Kelly was a fifth grader, too.  Almost like
Maryann Simpson.

   Then there's Robbie.  Robbie made me feel funny inside.  But a different
kind of funny than Tami.  It couldn't be love, because it was different
from what I felt for Tami.  It wasn't just lust.  I knew what lust felt
like.  Lust was Robbie's sister, Samantha, who not only was a swimsuit
model but had just missed getting the cover of this year's Sports
Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.  After sitting across from her at dinner I
knew the editors were crazy.

   So to recap: I was in love with Tami.  I felt something more than lust
for Robbie.  And I'd give my spleen for a kiss from sister Samantha.  And
adults talk about the simple times of childhood.  To quote Ebenezer
Scrooge, 'Bah humbug!'

   I wondered where the nearest monastery was and if they had an on-line
application form.

   Sometimes when you get to thinking you're the center of the universe,
life has a way of letting you know you're not.

   I'd wasted a Saturday afternoon sitting in my room trying to figure
things out.  Now I'd gotten hungry.  Since it was still a couple of hours
to dinner I figured I could get away with a snack.

   When I walked into the living room, Mom and Dad were talking.  I knew
something was wrong because: a) they stopped talking as soon as I walked
in, b) they were standing about a foot apart instead of sitting in their
normal spots, c) Mom looked like she was about to cry, and d) Dad looked
red-faced as if he'd been arguing.

   A smart son would have turned around and given them their space, but
despite what Tami says, wisdom is not my strong suit.

   I stopped beside them and planted my hands on my hips.  "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing, honey."

   Mom knows I hate to be called honey.  And she's a rotten liar.

   "Excuse me.  I'm thirteen years old.  I realize that may not make me an
adult in your eyes, but it should mean I'm on the way.  I've gotten
twenty-one A's out of twenty-eight classes in my last four report cards, so
I'm not stupid.  I'll ask again, what's wrong?  Now you can tell me it's
none of my business and I'll reluctantly accept that.  But don't tell me
nothing."

   For a few seconds, I thought I'd made my mom cry and was kicking myself
for sticking my nose in.  Then she sniffled.  "I'm sorry honey.  I mean
Tony.  Sometimes I forget you're getting to be a big boy."

   I hate big boy almost as much as honey, but I let it pass.

   "It's Aunt Patti.  Her appendix burst, and they've taken her to the
hospital."

   "Is she okay?"

   "They have her in surgery.  We haven't heard anything yet," Dad said
calmly.

   "She's my only sister.  I want to go." Mom was almost whining.

   "And I don't think she should.  It's a three hour drive to Kirkland,
over Stevens Pass."

   "I thought the roads were clear."

   "They are, but we're supposed to get some more weather tonight or
tomorrow.  Besides your mother's upset, and that's not a good idea for a
long drive."

   I was about to suggest that Dad drive her when I realized what this was
all about.  Us.  Traci and me.

   "Oh.  Excuse me," I said and went toward the back of the house.  From
the look I caught of Mom's face, she thought I didn't care and was a little
shocked, but I didn't take the time to set her straight.

   I knocked on my sister's door and walked in.

   "What do you want?" Ann asked, standing.  Paula's little sister could be
a major brat, and she had a way of making 'you' sound like a dirty word."

   "Sit!" I said sharply.  "Good girl.  I patted her on the head as she sat
on the edge of the bed.  "Traci, we need to talk."

   "Okay," she said and turned around in her chair.  She'd been typing on
her computer.  She saw me glance at the screen and quickly turned back to
blank it.

   "Aunt Patti is sick, and Mom wants to go see her."

   "Okaaayyy," she said, wondering why I was the one telling her this.

   "Dad doesn't want her to drive by herself because she's upset."

   "Is Aunt Patti okay?"

   "It's serious, but I think she will be.  I want to tell dad that it's
okay for him to take her.  That would mean we'll be on our own for a day or
two, and I'll be in charge."

   "No way!" Ann said.

   I looked down at her, trying to look menacing.  "I have a sweat sock
that I wore for three days straight.  It would make a good gag."

   Ann sank back.  From the corner of my eye I saw Traci hide a giggle
behind her hand.

   I looked back at Traci, who had a straight face again.  "Since I'm the
oldest, that would mean I'm in charge.  I'll try not to boss you around,
but we have to show Mom and Dad we can do this.  I know that Ann is
supposed to stay the night.  That would be okay if she can behave." As I
finished I brought my gaze back to Ann, and she cringed.

   Traci stood.  "Let's talk to Mom and Dad."

   It took some convincing, but they finally agreed and were on the road
half an hour later.  The threat of darkness and impending weather helped.
So did the fact that I pointed out Tami's mom was home, and I could call
her if there were any problems.

   "So this is the part where you call your friends and have a wild party,"
Ann said as she, Traci and I watched the taillights of Dad's car disappear.

   "No, this is the part where you help Traci clean her room while I clean
the kitchen."

   "You can't make us..." she started to protest.

   "Did you miss the part where I could send you home if there were any
problems?  Even money your mom will want to know why.  What do you think
I'll tell her."

   Traci grabbed Ann and pulled her toward her room.

   "What about your room?" Ann wanted to know before Traci got her halfway
down the hall.

   "Already clean.  You can check if you want," I said with a grin.  I'd
cleaned while I pondered my complicated life.

   The girls disappeared into Traci's room and closed the door.  I decided
that I didn't like Ann much.  She was cute, and would probably grow up to
be a sex kitten like her sister, but she was a Brat with a capital B.

   She was the same age as Kelly, and while I would enjoy putting her over
my knee and spanking her, there wouldn't be anything sexual about it.

   Mom had left it up to me whether I wanted to broil the steaks she'd
defrosted or order pizza.  I figured I'd leave it up to the girls.  Maybe
that might keep the peace with Ann.  Traci seemed fine with everything.

   The three of us sat around the dining room table eating our pizza.  Ann
seemed to have mellowed, probably because we ordered half Canadian bacon
and pineapple even though Traci and I both like pepperoni and extra cheese
the best.

   "Ann, I need to talk to my sister." She shrugged.  "Without your help.
If you feel the urge to talk for the next couple of minutes, take another
bite of pizza instead."

   Her eyes blazed, but she took another bite.

   "Dad thought he'd be back tomorrow, but I'm not sure that will work. 
It's already starting to snow, and he could get trapped on the other side
of the pass.  If he calls tomorrow and says he can't make it, I want to be
able to tell him everything's under control.

   Traci nodded and took another bite of her pizza though not as savagely
as Ann.

   "If you have any homework, see if you can get it done tonight.  That's
one less thing to worry about tomorrow.  And if you figure out what you
want to wear to school Monday, we can make sure it's clean and ready."

   "You really don't think they'll come back tomorrow?"

   "I think Mom will stay a few days either way, but if the snow comes
hard, Dad won't be able to get through the pass for a day or two." Traci
nodded.  "Even if it lasts two or three days, I think we can make it. 
We've got food, and it's not like you need Mom or Dad to get to school. 
After all, you're a big girl." I hated myself as soon as I said it.  But
Traci didn't seem to mind.  Maybe 'big girl' didn't bother her like 'big
boy' did me.

   "I did most of my homework yesterday.  But I still have half a page of
math that Mom was going to help me with."

   "I'll help you, if that's okay." Traci nodded.  She even smiled.  "After
you finish your pizza figure out what you need clean, and I'll do a load of
laundry."

   "I can do my own laundry."

   "I know, but you've got a friend to hang with, and I have some of my own
to do too."

   Traci nodded.

   "Think we should skip church tomorrow?"

   Traci grinned.  "But I was counting on it."

   "Oh, well." We only went to church a couple of times a year.  Usually
midnight mass for Christmas and if Grandma Cooper was visiting.

   Ann looked at Traci, then at me, and raised her hand.

   I grinned.  "Yes?"

   "Could we have some ice cream later?"
   "Sure.  You've earned it."